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Harking back, I ponder the bridge and gaps in my existence,
I reflect on how life unfolds in phases, with persistence.
Each phase has its moment, a rhythm all its own,
And each moment, its time, a seed to be sown.
You must let the phases pass, let time unfold,
Trusting that each step leads to a story untold.
And in the quiet waiting, in the ebb and the flow,
You hold onto hope, for a better tomorrow.
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Echoes of Grief: A poetry collection during my depression
PoetryMy relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
